I did it. I feel so alive. I turn on the faucet. I really smell like a dumpster fire. I smell like a thousand-year-old rotting corpse, even though I was a rotting corpse for only twenty years. If you could smell me, you'd understand. Besides, I need to test something. I pull my pants down. The crow caws at me. I can't quite understand him, but I get the gist. The gist is, he's agreeing with me that I smell awful. I sink into the tub. I don't feel the hotness of the water as much as I would like.

The crow caws at a cupboard. I open it. I see soap and a towel. How old is the soap I have no clue, but I'm going to use it, so don't bother saying something. I pick it up. I place the soap into the water. It bubbles and starts looking more like a soap rather than a dusty corpse sponge. I move it up and down my arm. It doesn't smell like dust. It smells more like old flowers. Surprisingly not bad. 

"Ow! You're pulling my hair Blitzy!" Daniel cries.

"Sorry. It's not my fault it's so tangled. Pass the soap." I say.

"Only if you say please." Daniel jokes.

"How about this?" I kiss him on the lips.

Just shut up! I grip my head. I already know what the Hell I'm doing. So shut up! I take a knife from the ground. One I took as a token, or an experiment. I slice open my hand. I feel the pain only for a moment. I watch as the wound reverses back in my hand. My eyes widen.

"Holy shit, that's OP." I say.